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"What May Come"Written By: Clara Barton Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. The following
is an intellectual exercise with no intention of profit. That said,
these characterizations, words, and situations are mine. Please ask
before reprinting. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: Language, angst, violence, sex Pairings: 2x3x2 Summary: Almost two years after the war, Trowa Barton decides to move on and enrolls at Amaris University, located on the former Lunar Base. He quickly learns that the past isn't so easy to run away from, especially not when the past confronts him in the form of Duo Maxwell. A/N: This has been in my head for years. I'm
sorry it isn't an update to any of my WIPs but… it's a challenge
to get back in the heads of characters who I haven't lived with in
a while. For now, all I can do is try to write - but rest assured
that I am looking over my old work and making notes and preparing
to update. Eventually. I'm sorry I can't promise more. "What May Come " Chapter Sixteen Duo stood in the doorway to Kippernick's room, fiddling with the hem of his shirt, a frown drawing his eyebrows together. "Would you even enjoy me touching you?" The question seemed to startle both of them. In light of the fact that these were the first words Duo had spoken to him all week, Trowa figured he could take a moment to consider his response. Despite the fact that things had been anything but normal between them, their routine had continued. He and Duo still shared the same bed, but Duo had gone back to waking up and leaving before Trowa. They had eaten lunch together every day, had studied together every night - but they hadn't spoken. Trowa hadn't realized just how much he relied on the sound of Duo's voice. The silence between them had been agonizing, but Trowa had had no idea of what to say, how to break it, how to fix this. He wasn't sure this would fix it. But then again, maybe he and Duo were beyond the point of being fixed? Maybe they just needed to become something else? They couldn't remain like this, couldn't be what they had been anymore. "That depends. If you tell me to lay down and think of Quatre, I'm probably going to vomit." Duo's frown eased and his lips twitched into a smile. "Want to think about Wufei instead?" "I'd rather think about you." His honesty surprised both of them. Duo nodded and stepped into the room. "I've never done this before - I mean, I've been jacking off for years, but I've never touched anyone else." Trowa frowned, wondering just how Duo had managed to avoid that, and then he remembered - Duo fought everything. A rapist would have to be beyond stupid to invite Duo to touch the tool he planned to violate him with. He wondered, idly, if Duo had ever managed to exact punishment on any of the men who had hurt him. He certainly hoped so. Duo knelt on the bed, between Trowa's legs, and considered him with a serious expression. "Mind if we take off your shorts?" Duo asked. Trowa lifted his hips and helped Duo pull them off and then he lay back down, completely naked, while Duo looked at him. Duo slept in a shirt and shorts but Trowa had never been comfortable sleeping in a shirt. He woke up too often, the remembered smell of burning flesh in his mouth, to be comfortable with a shirt on. Now, however, he felt incredibly vulnerable before Duo. Duo drew in a breath and then licked the palm of his right hand before reaching down to touch Trowa. He shivered at the cold, slick touch, but Duo held him firmly, working him to erection and then wetting his palm again. Trowa had no idea what to do with his hands, so he clutched the sheets tightly. It felt good, whatever Duo was doing to him, better than what Trowa did to himself, and he found it increasingly difficult to stay still. Two of Duo's fingers moved downwards, stroking over his balls and then glancing over the sensitive flesh below and Trowa's hips jerked forward so that he was practically in Duo's lap. Duo's left hand moved to Trowa's right thigh, resting there for a moment before he applied firm, gentle pressure and started to rub circles against Trowa's flesh. Trowa didn't know if Duo was encouraging him or soothing him - maybe some combination of the two - but it was only a moment later when he came, the force of it taking him completely by surprise and he had to bite down on his tongue to keep from crying out. Duo just sat there, looking at him, rubbing circles on his thigh. The sheer relief Trowa felt was mind numbing. He hadn't known he was afraid, until that moment of release, that it might not happen - that Duo might turn away or hurt him. But he hadn't. Duo had taken nothing from him - not his pride and not his pain. Even now, he sat there, gently reminding Trowa what it felt like to have someone touch him. He had to close his eyes and focus on breathing for a moment. It was too much - the pleasure, the relief, the kindness. "What do you need?" Duo asked, and his hand stilled. "Do I - do you want me to go?" "You did this to me before," Trowa said and he reached for Duo's hand. "That day, in the hall." He opened his eyes and caught Duo's gaze. Duo nodded. "How did you learn that?" "Sister Helen," Duo said, the words a painful rush. He took a moment, shook his head, and then continued. "Whenever something happened - whenever I did something and thought for sure this was it, they were going to throw me out. She would just sit me down in a chair and do that," he repeated the gesture, tracing circles on Trowa's thigh once again, "on my back or my chest until Father Maxwell came and read some passage in the Bible about forgiveness and then they kept me. They always kept me." Duo looked down at the evidence of Trowa's orgasm. "I'm going to grab a towel for you. If you... if you want me to come back?" Trowa nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Duo got off the bed and walked out of the room. A moment later Trowa heard the sound of water and then Duo was back, passing him a warm, wet towel. "Thanks." He cleaned himself off and pulled his shorts up and then he moved over on the bed, giving Duo plenty of room to join him again. Duo slid under the sheets and rolled over onto his side so that he could look at Trowa. They stared at each other in the darkness until Duo finally spoke up. "I think it's going to get better, Tro. It has to."
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